The Experience of Arranging for My Wife to Play a Hostess - Reprinted Section

One day before leaving get off work, my boss told me that I needed to entertain an important client of our company that evening. This client, Mr. Wang, has always been a major source of business for our company. He's around forty years old, slightly overweight, and his most notable characteristic is his womanizing ways. He likes to take a group of people to karaoke bars for fun whenever he has the chance. I've arranged a few of these encounters before, so my boss assigned this task to me again this time. So I booked a private room at a club and then called my wife to say I was out: "Hey, honey, I have a business dinner tonight, I won't be home for dinner." "Is it Mr. Wang again? Are you going to XX Club again?" Since my wife and I are usually very open with each other, even with these kinds of business dinners, I'm always honest with her, so she already guessed where we were going. "Yeah, what can I do? It's an important client for our company, we can't afford to offend them!" "Okay, but honey, I have a small request..." My wife, who usually agrees without hesitation, suddenly came up with a strange idea today: "Can I come too?" "No way! You know those places aren't suitable for women. Don't you trust me?" Was my wife jealous? "No, it's not that. I don't care if you go there normally, I know you're just playing around. It's just that I've never been to a place like that before, so I'm curious and want to see it for myself." "That's not very convenient, is it? I can't exactly drag you in and tell the madam I brought my own 'lady' today, can I?" "That's true, but honey, please think of a way. I really want to see it for myself..." "Okay, wait a minute, let me think of something." I hung up the phone after saying that. I don't know why my wife would have such a strange idea; it's really putting me in a difficult position. My wife is usually very supportive of my work, and she never questions me when I go to those kinds of places. It would seem a bit wrong not to agree, but agreeing would be a little awkward. After thinking it over, I finally came up with a brilliant idea—why not have my wife pretend to be a hostess and sneak in? Anyway, Mr. Wang has never met my wife before, and at 27 years old, 170cm tall, with a 75D bust and an 80-90 out of 100 in looks (according to people who have seen her), she can't possibly be inferior to those "K-sisters." When it's my turn to choose a hostess, I can just choose my wife, and that way she can come too, and the situation won't be too awkward. So I immediately called a familiar madam at the club: "Linda, hello!" "Oh, it's you. Haven't been here in a while. Are you here to arrange some girls for you again?" "No, this time I have a girl I'd like you to arrange for me." I said, "You know, my clients here are usually very demanding, so I specifically found a girl who fits his taste, so I hope you can help me get her in." "Isn't that a bit inconvenient?" Linda said with a slightly displeased tone. "Since I'm a regular here, can you be lenient? I'll still pay for the hostess's fee, and even double it, how about it?" Damn, I'm making my wife work as a hostess, and not only will she not make any money, but I'll have to pay for it myself. I was thinking to myself as I spoke... "Well... I'll agree since you're a regular customer!" After discussing the specifics with Linda, I called my wife again: "Honey, you can go over there, but you'll have to work as a hostess for a bit..." I told her about my plan and how to meet the madam, then quickly tidied myself up and rushed to the restaurant where I had arranged to meet Mr. Wang. When I arrived at the restaurant, Mr. Wang was already there, accompanied by three men who seemed to be his friends. After a few brief pleasantries, we started ordering. I won't go into the details of the meal, but during the time at the restaurant, I was thinking most about what my wife would look like and whether she could handle the situation. After a satisfying meal, we drove to the club I had booked. After settling Mr. Wang and his friends into the private room, I rushed to find Linda. "Linda, how's the arrangement?" I asked as soon as I saw her. "Oh! You look so anxious. Don't worry, everything's arranged. Where did you find this girl? She's quite pretty. Why don't you tell her to switch to our place? I'm sure she can become our top girl..." Linda went on and on, but I was actually quite nervous. After seeing off the madam, I returned to the private room. Soon after, the girls entered, but I didn't see my wife. It wasn't until Linda finally appeared that I saw her arm in arm with my wife. Only then did I see my wife. She was wearing a purple dress and high heels. I had bought this dress last year, but had never worn it out because its most striking feature was one word—revealing. Not only was her upper body almost bursting out, but her skirt was so short it barely covered her buttocks, and her thighs were practically visible at the top. Today, she was also wearing black patterned stockings and 10-centimeter high heels. Surprisingly, her usual office lady-like demeanor was completely transformed into a typical K-pop star. Just as I was inwardly marveling at my wife's transformation, the madam led her to Mr. Wang. "Mr. Wang, this is our newest lady…look, she's got a great figure and looks, would you like to give her a try?" Linda said. Hearing this, I inwardly groaned. I remembered telling Linda that this lady was specifically assigned to my client, and Linda knew Mr. Wang; she must have assumed this lady was going to entertain him, and so she immediately started promoting my wife to him. My plan was completely ruined. I had originally intended to choose my wife, but now I could only hope that Mr. Wang wouldn't be interested in her and would choose another girl instead. I silently chanted in my mind, "Don't choose, don't choose, don't choose..." Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang pulled my wife into his arms and said, "Not bad at all, today I'm taking this beauty..." As he spoke, he began to grope her. "Oh! Mr. Wang, please don't do this, let's sit down and talk slowly..." my wife said, trying to break free, but how could she escape Mr. Wang's grasp! All the girls in the club knew that Mr. Wang was a notorious lecher. Unlike ordinary customers who would sing and flirt, he was directly "violated"; moreover, he was powerful and wealthy in the area, and every girl he chose had been "used" by him. Unfortunately, I couldn't say anything at the time, and in a daze, I randomly chose a girl and began to think about my next move. You know, once Mr. Wang chose someone, "going out" was inevitable. Sigh! It seems we're really going to lose both our wife and our money this time… While everyone was singing and drinking, I secretly sent my wife a message, telling her to take it easy and not to get angry if Mr. Wang really did anything. If things got out of hand, not only would our company lose a major client, but he might also do something to my wife. My wife, on the other hand, was much calmer than me. She joked with Mr. Wang while pouring him drinks, managing to keep up. However, when it came to playing dice, my wife started to get nervous. Although I had taught her a little about it before, she had never actually played it. How could she possibly be a match for a seasoned veteran like Mr. Wang? In just a few rounds, my wife had already been downed five or six glasses of red wine. Due to the alcohol, her face started to turn slightly red, and her eyes became a little glazed. In this state, Mr. Wang completely controlled the situation. He didn't forget to take advantage of her while playing, initially using my wife's losses as an excuse to grope her, but gradually becoming bolder and bolder. I don't know when, but my wife's invisible bra had been removed from under her clothes, and naturally, Mr. Wang's hand was now roaming between her legs... Suddenly, I heard Mr. Wang say, "Look everyone, this woman is really horny, her cum is even leaking out..." Mr. Wang waved his hand, revealing a sticky layer of liquid on it. At this point, his friends started chiming in, "There really is water!" "Wow, so much water!""Ah! Look at her stockings..." one of them said, spreading my wife's legs apart. "Her stockings are completely soaked with cum." Another of Mr. Wang's friends took the opportunity to reach inside my wife's clothes and start touching her. "Her breasts are so big! So soft, they feel so good... Her nipples are starting to harden..." They were getting more and more carried away, while I could only smile bitterly as I watched my wife being touched and held by several men in turn. I felt a sour feeling in my heart... But strangely enough, my little brother involuntarily got an erection. I realized that even I was starting to get immersed in this lewd atmosphere. Watching my wife being played with by these men actually excited me. I even started to wonder what it would be like if Mr. Wang took my wife out for a "call girl" later... Soon it was almost midnight. My wife seemed to have gotten used to her identity as Sister K and was becoming more and more adept at it. She was using all sorts of seductive poses and ambiguous words to tease every man present. Then came one climax after another. After my wife lost a round of dice, Mr. Wang whispered something in her ear. I only vaguely heard her say, "Ugh...no...it's so embarrassing..." She then ran to another man, unzipped his pants, and started groping inside. Mr. Wang, not wanting to miss an opportunity, quietly moved behind her while she was focused on touching the man's penis, lifted her skirt, and pulled her stockings and panties down to her knees, inserting his fingers into her vagina and thrusting. Under this double assault, my wife completely lost herself. As Mr. Wang's fingers brought out more and more fluid, my wife became increasingly wanton, even pulling out the other man's penis. "Go lick him!" At Mr. Wang's command, my wife obediently began performing oral sex on the man. Thankfully, the club had a rule against having sex in the room, otherwise I estimate my wife would have been gang-raped by several men by now. Even in this highly charged scene, my wife not only had that man's penis in her mouth, but she also licked his glans with her tongue, and even occasionally sucked on his testicles. With my wife's skillful oral techniques, the man's lower body began to convulse after only a few thrusts, and I believe a thick stream of semen had already shot into my wife's mouth. But that wasn't all. Just as my wife was about to spit out the semen in her mouth, Mr. Wang actually stopped her, handed her a glass of red wine, and gestured for her to drink it now. I think most prostitutes would refuse in this situation, but my wife seemed to be an exception this time. She actually happily picked up the glass of red wine and drank it down along with the semen in her mouth. With the climax approaching, as usual, Mr. Wang should have taken a prostitute out. Just as I was lost in thought, Mr. Wang ran over to me and said, "Mika, why are you so absent-minded today?" "N-no...no!" Oh no, Mr. Wang noticed my embarrassed expression. "I've noticed you've been staring at this girl all day. You must have some ideas about her, right?" Mr. Wang said, pointing at my wife. "No, Mr. Wang..." I replied, thinking to myself, that's my wife! How could I not have ideas? "How about this? Why don't you come with me and take this girl out today? We'll fuck this bitch to death together, how about that?" "This... isn't that a bit much?" I said, secretly relieved. Even though I knew my wife would eventually end up going out, at least I'd be there. "Don't be shy, come with me!" I pretended to be polite before following Mr. Wang and my wife out of the hotel. At the hotel, Mr. Wang went to take a shower first. While he was showering, I started talking to my wife: "Honey, how was your day?" "High! Being a prostitute is so much fun! Honey, I want to be a prostitute again." My wife had actually developed a liking for the prostitute profession. "Don't be so smug. He definitely won't let you off the hook when he comes out. Just wait to be fucked by him!" I teased, slightly angry. "Go ahead and fuck me, I'm a prostitute today, and I'll serve my customers well, so don't be jealous!" "Okay, watch how I deal with you later!" "Both of you at once is better! You're both my customers today, so please fuck me as much as you want!" My wife looked at me with a lewd gaze. "Look at your lewd look, I'm going to take a picture of it, so you won't admit you're lewd later!" I said, taking out my portable camera and taking a picture of my wife. "Honey, I'm so lewd, you won't leave me, will you?" "Of course not, the more lewd you are, the more I want you!" I said, "I not only want you, but I also want you to be a prostitute in the future. Judging from your performance today, you are a born prostitute, and it would be a waste of your talent if you didn't become one!" My wife was amused by what I said, and we chatted casually like this... "What are you talking about?" At this moment, Mr. Wang came out of the bathroom. Seeing Mr. Wang come out, I wisely went to the bathroom to shower, leaving my wife for Mr. Wang to enjoy alone. Inside the bathroom, I could hear the sound of running water, but I had no idea what they were doing outside. However, I could vaguely hear my wife moaning. I didn't bother showering at all, just quickly rinsed off and rushed out. When I came out, my wife was already naked, pinned down by Mr. Wang, her legs raised high on his shoulders, his penis already thrusting in and out of her vagina. This position allowed me to easily see Mr. Wang's penis entering and exiting my wife's vagina, each thrust accompanied by a large amount of vaginal fluid being drawn out… Ah! This… no way? I looked closely, and Mr. Wang wasn't wearing a condom! My wife was being penetrated by Mr. Wang without any protection! When Mr. Wang saw me approaching, he told my wife to change positions. My wife obediently rolled over and lay on her stomach like a dog. Mr. Wang continued thrusting and gestured for me to join in, so I put my penis in my wife's mouth. I had only ever seen this kind of scene in porn before, but now it was actually happening in front of me, and the leading lady was actually my wife! She was sucking my penis while letting this man she had never met before penetrate her vagina. I could even feel the waves of vibration transmitted through my wife's body to me as Mr. Wang thrust his penis into her. At this point, Mr. Wang became increasingly audacious, slapping my wife's buttocks while thrusting, and swearing all over her: "You filthy bitch, are you enjoying being fucked by the two of us? I'll fuck you to death, you filthy bitch..." My wife's mouth was blocked by my penis, so she couldn't speak at all and could only moan softly. As Mr. Wang's thrusting rhythm gradually quickened, my wife could no longer hold my penis in her mouth. Instead, she moaned and echoed his words: "Ah...ah...ah...so...so good...fuck me to death...Mr. Wang...fuck me harder..." "How is it? Do you like my cock?" Mr. Wang continued his verbal stimulation. "I...I like it...so...so thick...ah!" When my wife reached orgasm, she would use words to interact, something we often did. I never expected to use it on someone else this time: "Fuck...harder...fuck me...I like it...I like it so much...brother...brother, just...fuck...fuck...fuck me!" At this moment, Mr. Wang showed no signs of immediate climax. Instead, he began to control the rhythm and intensity—sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes heavy, sometimes light—as if to push my wife, who was already at the peak of lust, to an even higher climax. "Ah...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...please...please...please...Mr. Wang...give...give...give me...I really...can't take it anymore..." My wife had completely surrendered to Mr. Wang's lewd power. "What are you begging me for? Tell me now, or I won't give it to you!" Mr. Wang said sternly. "Please...please...fuck me...fuck me to death..." my wife pleaded. "I can't hear you!" Mr. Wang continued to exert his power. "Please fuck me...ah...give it to me...shoot inside me..." my wife was desperate. "Fine, then I'll fuck you, I'm going to shoot all my semen inside you.""Shoot...shoot...shoot it all inside me...I'm a slut...a slut who likes being filled!" My wife, possibly still in her "dangerous period," was completely reckless. As Mr. Wang's rhythm quickened and the thrusts became more intense, finally, the moment arrived... Mr. Wang used all his strength to press against my wife's vulva, seemingly not wanting a single drop of semen to spill out. However, it seemed Mr. Wang ejaculated too much; my wife's body couldn't handle so much semen. As Mr. Wang withdrew his penis, some of the semen slowly overflowed. After releasing, Mr. Wang sat on the sofa next to me, lit a cigarette, and gestured for me to enjoy this lady as well. I didn't care whether my wife still had the strength and immediately thrust inside. The moment my penis entered my wife's body, I clearly felt a different sensation than before. Because my wife's body was filled with Mr. Wang's semen and her own vaginal fluids, her vagina felt exceptionally lubricated—a feeling I had never experienced before. Especially considering that my wife had just been with Boss Wang, I felt an immense psychological stimulation, and my penis felt incredibly hard. My wife clearly felt my erection and kept begging, "Ah... Boss... I can't... take it anymore... It's too... too thick..." I was really worried that she might accidentally say "husband," but thankfully, despite her wanton body, she maintained a degree of composure. I thought maybe she really did have the qualities of a prostitute, or perhaps she had anticipated all possible scenarios before leaving home. While I was relentlessly having sex with my wife, Boss Wang seemed to have recovered somewhat and impatiently came over to caress my wife's breasts. I watched as my wife's soft breasts were squeezed until they were somewhat deformed, but she showed no displeasure. I understood that my wife was a prostitute now, and perhaps many more men's hands would squeeze my wife like this in the future. In the eyes of their clients, prostitutes might not be considered real women, but rather playthings. Their job is to allow clients to touch their entire bodies and insert penises of various sizes and thicknesses. At this moment, not only did my wife understand the essentials of being a prostitute, but I also began to yearn for her future career as a prostitute. "Wife, from now on, you'll be a prostitute!" As these thoughts flashed through my mind, my movements became increasingly agitated, and my wife's cries grew louder and louder. With each thrust—until the final sprint—I could no longer hold back—releasing all my passion—and Mr. Wang, without me even noticing, shoved his penis into my wife's mouth.

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